Ride my thigh. Come for me.
I squeeze her breast and increase my motions, my mouth still sucking on her shoulder. I hope she looks in the mirror in the morning and knows exactly who put this mark there. I hope she remembers who fucked her pretty little pussy until the orgasm woke her up.
Her thighs tighten around mine, her moan a little louder. I shift my hand from her tits to her abdomen and hold her flush as I begin to move with her, never letting up on my motions on her clit. My pussy throbs at the feeling of her, and I make a vow that the next time this happens, it’ll be in her bed, and it’ll be my cunt she’s rocking against like this.
I have you, baby.
Fuck, let me feel you come.
She jerks slightly as my teeth drag over her shoulder. Her gyrations quicken, her wet pussy moving so greedily to find thatend. I hold her tighter, helping her work through it until she tenses entirely, her breath holding, and as her orgasm topples over, she gasps. Her hand shoots to my wrist. She clamps her fingers down—
Shit.
I slap my other hand over her mouth and hold her trembling body steady.
Don’t scream.
Don’t fucking scream, rockstar.
We’re locked in that position. Her nails dig into my hand. There’s a wet spot on my thigh, and I’m so fucking proud of it that there’s little she can do right now that would dampen my spirit.
Apart from screaming.
I kiss her shoulder in an attempt to let her know it’s me, hoping she recognizes it’s the same lips she came on the other night.
Breath finally leaves her. Her shoulders slacken, and I slowly release her mouth.
“Tell me it’s you,” she whispers.
Shit yes.
It’s me, baby.
It’s always going to be me.
No one else will ever touch you like this again.
I slowly press my finger against her lips and squeeze her side with the other. She nods slowly, and I exhale a breath, head hitting the crook of her neck.
This is what I get for letting my desires get the best of me.
I kiss her neck and drag my fingers over her eyes, hoping she gets the message to go back to sleep. An elongated sigh leaves her, but she somehow buries herself deeper in my arms… As if it’s safe.
And I forget everything when she pulls one of my hands to her bare tit.
I almost laugh.
I guess one isn’t enough for her either.
A shallow breath leaves me, and my eyes close with relief. It’s instinct to squeeze, to toy with the ring through her nipple with my thumb. Bonnie braces her hand over mine, instructing me in the way she wants to be handled, permitting me to touch her this time.
Fuck… My mouth opens on her shoulder, dragging my teeth across her skin. It’s one of the only ways I know to let loose my frustration. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I press my other hand across her mouth again to keep her quiet as I palm her tit.
Her ass presses into my hips once more. The quietest little moan sounds from her. It’s soft, barely distinguishable as a groan of pleasure. I pinch her nipple as if rewarding her for the flawless noise.
Her jaw drops behind my hand as I sink two fingers into her swollen pussy. She’s already so tight that I know she’ll come again with only a few strokes along her g-spot.
I have to be dreaming.
